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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.