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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Visage,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.