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 Burundi and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.