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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.