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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
The Index,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.