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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Aswad,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.