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 Comoros 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.