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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.