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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.