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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.