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 the UAE and from London.
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 Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.