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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.