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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.