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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
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,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.