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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s 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 Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.