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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.