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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Brick,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.