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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.