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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.