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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.