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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Barracudas 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Ossler,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.