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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the grime 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.