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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.