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 Guatemala 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.