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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.