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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Wire,
the Germs,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.