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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.