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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.