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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.