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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.