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 Mauritania 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
The Move,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.