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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.