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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Index,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.