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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Newcleus 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Motorama,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.