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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.