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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.