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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Japan,
AZ,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.