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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.