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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.