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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.