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 Ghana 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.