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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.