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 Georgia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.