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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.