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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.