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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.