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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
DNA,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.