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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.