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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.