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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.