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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.