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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Starr to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.