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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Technova to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
The Saints,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.