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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.