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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
MC5,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
UT,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.