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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.