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 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.