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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.