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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.