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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Television,
DNA,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.