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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.