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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Brick,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.