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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.