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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ultra Naté 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.