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 Luxembourg 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.