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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.