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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.