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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.