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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.