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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.