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 Mauritania 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.