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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.