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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.