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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Animal Collective 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.