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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Deepchord 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.