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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Flag 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Swans,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.