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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Golliwogs to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.