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 Antigua 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.