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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.