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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s 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 Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.