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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.