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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.