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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.