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 Czech Republic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.