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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.