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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.