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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Skaos to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.