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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.