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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Interpol to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.