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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.