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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs 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?
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Wire,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.