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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.