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 Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Amon Düül II 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.