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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the rock 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Pylon,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.