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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.