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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Organ,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.