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 Korea North and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
UT,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Index,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.