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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
MDC,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Mars,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.