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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Television,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.