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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Tremeloes to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Motorama,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.