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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.