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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.