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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.