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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the rap 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Visage,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.