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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Magma,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.