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 Croatia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.