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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Index,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.