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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.