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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.