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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.