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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Nico,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.