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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.