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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.