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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.