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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.