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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Magma,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.