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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Franke,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.