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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Technova,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.