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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
JFA,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.