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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.