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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.