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 Chad 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.