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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.