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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.