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 Ireland 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.