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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.