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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.