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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.