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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 The Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.