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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.