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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Swans,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.