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 Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lalann,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
The Move,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.