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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
The Move,
the Germs,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.