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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.