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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.