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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
10cc,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Scion,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.