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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Cybotron 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.