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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.