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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.