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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.