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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.