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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
the Normal,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Gong,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.