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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.