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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Skriet,
Scion,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.