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 Algeria 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.