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 Turkey 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.