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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.