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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.