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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Television,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.