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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.