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 Macedonia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.