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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.