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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.