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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.