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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.