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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.