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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
the Association,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.