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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Television,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.