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 Laos and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Crime,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.