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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.