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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pop Group to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Can,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.