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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.