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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.