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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.