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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.