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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.