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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Brick,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Slave,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.