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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.