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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.