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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Crime,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.