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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Mars,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.