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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
DNA,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.