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 Madagascar 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.