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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.