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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
The Associates,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.