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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.