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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Cameo,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.