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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.