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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.