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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.