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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.