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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.