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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.