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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.