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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
MDC,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.