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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
PIL,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.