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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.