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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Magma,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.