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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.