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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Kayak,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.