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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
DNA,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.