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 Japan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.