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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Television,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.