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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.