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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Magma,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Franke,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.