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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.