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 Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Crime,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.