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 Palau 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.