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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.