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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Buckinghams to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.