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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.