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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Franke,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Wings,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.