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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
The Sound,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.