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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.