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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.