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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.