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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.