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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
X-102,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.