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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Q65,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.