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 Cape Verde 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.