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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flipper to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Smog,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.