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 United States and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May 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?
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Television,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.