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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Visage to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Pole,
Ossler,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.