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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.