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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.