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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Technova,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.