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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.