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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
MC5,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.