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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Techniques to the rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.