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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.