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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.