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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.