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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.