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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.