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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.