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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 Glasgow and New York.
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 guitar 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Index,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Technova,
Nico,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.