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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Gong,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.