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 Palau 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.