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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.