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 Panama 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
The Wake,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.