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 Vanuatu 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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?
This Heat,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.