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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.