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 Iraq 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Television,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.