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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.