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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
AZ,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.