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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.