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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.