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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.