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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.