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 Burundi and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.