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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.