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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.