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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Television,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.