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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.