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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Slits to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
a-ha,
The Fall,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
New Order,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.