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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.