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 Poland 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.