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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department 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?
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.