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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.