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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.