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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.