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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.