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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.