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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.