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 Monaco 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.