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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.