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 Syria 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.