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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Technova,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.