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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.