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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.