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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the rock 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
The Victims,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.