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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.