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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Index,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.