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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.