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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.