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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Index,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.