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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.