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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.