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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Christs to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.