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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.