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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.