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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.