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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Can,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.