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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.