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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.