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 China 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.