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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.