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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.