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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.