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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.