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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Motorama,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.