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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.