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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.