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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.