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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.