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 Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.