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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.