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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.