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 France 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.