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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.