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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Excepter,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.