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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.