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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.