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 Belarus 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.