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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Television,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.