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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.