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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.