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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.