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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.