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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Urselle,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.