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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.