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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
X-102,
Technova,
Ituana,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.