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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.