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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.