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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.