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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.