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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.