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 Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
CMW,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Television,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.