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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Franke,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.