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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters 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?
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
CMW,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.