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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.