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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.