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 Sudan 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
cv313,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.