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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gladiators to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.