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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.