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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.