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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s 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 The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.