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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
ABC,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.