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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.