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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Scion,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.