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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.