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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.