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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
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.