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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.