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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.