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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Amon Düül to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.