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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.