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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
MC5,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.