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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.