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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.