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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.