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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.