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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Motorama,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.