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 Qatar and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.