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 Netherlands 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '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 Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.