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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.