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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.