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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.