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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.