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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.