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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.