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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.