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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.