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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Fugazi,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.