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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.