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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.