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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Nas,
Lalann,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.