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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
AZ,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.