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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.