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 Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Doors to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.