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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.