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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.