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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Organ,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.