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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.