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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Brick,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.