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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.