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 Guyana 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
The Index,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
The Martian,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.