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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
the Swans,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.