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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
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.