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 Thailand 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.