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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
JFA,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.