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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.