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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.