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 Romania 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.