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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.