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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.