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 Finland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Invisible to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.