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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.