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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Monolake,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
PIL,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
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.