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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.