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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.