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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.