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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.