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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.