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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.