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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.