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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.