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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.