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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
UT,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.