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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Franke,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.