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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.