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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.