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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
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The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.