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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.