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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens 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 electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.