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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Fugazi,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.