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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.