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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.