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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.