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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Cybotron to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.