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 Russia and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.