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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.