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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Crime,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.