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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.