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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.