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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
The Litter,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.