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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.