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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.