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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.