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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.