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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Excepter,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.