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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.