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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.