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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.