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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Organ,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.