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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
The Move,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.