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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.