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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.