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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.