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 Thailand 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.