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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Scan 7 to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Nico,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.