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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.