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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Index,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.