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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.