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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.