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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.