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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.