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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
MC5,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Television,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.