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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.