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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Fear,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.