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 Cambodia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
New Order,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.