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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.