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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 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 David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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.