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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Q65,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Magma,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.