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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.