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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.