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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.