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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
X-101,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.