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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.