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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.