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 St Lucia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.