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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
UT,
Wire,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.