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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Gong,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
MDC,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.