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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.