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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.