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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the rock 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.