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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.