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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.