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 Colombia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.