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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.