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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.