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 Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.