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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.