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 Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.