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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.