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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.