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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.