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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Scion,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.