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 Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.