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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Index,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.