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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Franke,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.