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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.