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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Nas,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.