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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.