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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
X-102,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.