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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Crime,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.