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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.