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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Brick,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.