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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.