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 Romania 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Franke,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.