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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Flipper,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.