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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.