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 Iran 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.