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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.