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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.