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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Faust,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.