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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.