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 Tajikistan 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.