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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Moebius,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.