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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.