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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.