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 Finland 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.