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 Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.