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 Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.