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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.