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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.