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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.