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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.