Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.