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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.