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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.