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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.