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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.