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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.