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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Fortunes to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.