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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
MC5,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.