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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Audionom to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.