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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Skaos,
ABC,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.