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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
10cc,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.