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 Brazil and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Scion,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Smog,
The Count Five,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.