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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.