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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.