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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.