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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.