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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.