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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.