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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.