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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.