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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
The Fall,
cv313,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.