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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.