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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.