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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.