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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.