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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.