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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Slave,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.