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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Smog,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.