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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.