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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.