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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.