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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.