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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.