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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.